The Merchant's Tale
Folio 148r
31 of 32 folios
Than is quod sche medicine fals
For certeynly if þat ȝe mighten see
Ȝe wold not say þo wordes vnto me
Ȝe han som glymsyng and no parfyt sigħt
1140
I se quod he as wel as euer I might
Thankid be god wiþ boþe myn yen tuo
And by my trouth me þought he did þe so
Ȝe . mase . mase . goode sire quod sche
This þank haue I for I haue maad ȝow see
1145
Allas quod sche þat euer I was so kynde
Now dame quod he let al passe out of mynde
Com doun my leef and if I haue myssayd
God help me so as I am euel appayd
But by my fader soule I wende haue seyn
1150
How þat þis damyan had by þe leyn
And þat þy smok had layn vpon þy brest
Ȝe sire quod sche ȝe may wene as ȝow lest .
But sire a man þat wakith out of his slep
He may not sodeynly wel take keep
1155
Vpon a þing ne seen it parfytly
Til þat he be adawed verrayly
Right so a man þat long haþ blynd I be
Ne may not sodeynly so wel I se
First whan þe sight is newe comen agayn
1160
As he þat haþ a day or tuo I sayn
Til þat ȝour sight y stablid be a while
Þer may ful many a sighte ȝow bigile
Beþ war I pray ȝow for by heuen king
Ful many man wenith for to se a þing
1165
And it is al anoþer þan it semeth
He þat mys conceyueth he mys demeth
And wiþ þat word sche leep doun fro þe tre
This Ianuary who is glad but he
He kissith hir and clippith hir ful ofte
1170
And on hir wombe he strokith hir ful ofte
And to his paleys hom he haþ hir lad
Now goode men I pray ȝow to be glad
Thus endith her my tale of Ianuarye